LGish

I feel like it’s time to do a check-in on my favorite little person. Despite her often incompetent mother, she is thriving and doing quite well.

Awhile back, I wrote a whole post about dinnertime as a family and when would we make that work and then pretty much right after, LG started staying up about two or so hours later in the evenings, so that solved our problem. It was really perfect timing, as around that time, Chris got a new job that has him home a little later, so now when he gets home, he can get some QT with LG and we can all eat together and it seems to work pretty well. So, I dunno, ask and ye shall receive or some shit.

She still eats everything or nothing or whatever she wants and then five minutes later decides she doesn’t want. It’s pretty fun. Right now, she’s really into corn tortilla quesadillas (with hot sauce, thanks to Dad) and has finally started eating apples and carrot sticks (harder foods were a little touch-and-(no)-go there for awhile because she didn’t know to actually chew and would choke herself. But now she chews! My baby is growing up.) Something that doesn’t need chewing, though? Gefilte fish, which she ate on Passover at my grandparents’ on Sunday. (And here’s where I don’t tell you how the gefilte fish manifested itself on our drive home. Crack a window.)

Although I don’t really think either Chris or I talk on the phone all that much around LG, she has taken to holding her play phone to her ear and saying, “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa” over and over again before saying, “Bye!” I mean, you guys. “WHOA.” I die. We’re working with her on colors (everything is “boo!” or “lellow!”) and manners (Cheerios continue to be shoveled in by the handful, but she’s pretty much nailed, “More please?”)

I’ve been doing those Nike app workouts in the mornings and she does them along with me and if you’ve never seen a toddler try to do a side-lunge, then, well, get on that. Although I must warn you about doing situps with a toddler because damn, it adds another almost-30 pounds when you have someone laying on your stomach.

She is still scared of our adopted-to-us-cat, Tab, even though the other night she sat on Chris’s lap WITH TAB and petted him/her. But then yesterday I was in the backyard trying to get some stuff done and she screamed literally the entire time we were out there because Tab was…about 30 feet away, peering from behind the shed. So I don’t know. I did teach her to say, “Go away!” to Tab, which in her voice comes out as, “No way!”, and which she combines with a hand-flap, so that’s pretty cute.

Giving Tab the side-eye AS WE SPEAK.

She loves animals (two-dimensional ones) and can identify anything from flamingos to penguins and whenever she can, she grabs a lion (she has a few puzzles with lion pieces) and runs up to us screaming, “ROAAAAAAR!” and then I channel my drama days and cower in terror. That might be one of my favorite parts about parenting (for now), the way it’s practically required for me to give an over-acted response to everything. (This must why I excel at book-reading.)

Most days are a little bipolar — she can go from crying to laughing or vice versa about something within 30 seconds (see above re: cat), but most of the time, she’s fun and funny we spend much of our evenings talking about her after she’s gone to bed, which either means we’re lame or she’s awesome…

…Or maybe a little bit of both.